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Bruce Appleford shared this with me on my Facebook Timeline this morning and I liked it so much I had to share it here. It matters what we focus on. It matters what we surround ourselves with.

It took a life shaking experience for me to really look at the wall of my life and realize how many of the bricks in it were there for the wrong reasons. Our lives should be about the things we love, the things we are, the things we choose. Instead the wall of our lives is made up of bricks given to us by others – their beliefs, their rules, their hate. We absorb what our parents tell us. As children we lack the ability to logically question or to look at things and decide if they are right for us. We absorb the feelings, emotions and beliefs of the people we hang around with, even when we are not aware we are doing it. All groups require some agreed to “beliefs” to operate and then, within the group dynamic, the other “beliefs” from the dominant members begin to arise and be practiced. Quietly but firmly, they soon govern the lives of all the members. Even among friends, if someone dislikes another person, it is often expected that the friend do likewise. Continue reading When You’re Down and Lonely.→

Social media has become this world where we are virtually attending our high school reunions, except on a much grander scale. Yet instead of just one night where we create an illusion to “in your face” to all who scoffed at us or treated us bad in high school, we have every day. We get to filter what people see and to a large extent, what they think. Our “profile page” on any available media, becomes this perfect view of who we are and perhaps, more than anything else, it is a sad reflection on our own opinion of ourselves. We can’t allow ourselves to just be us, we have to present what we think will make others “like” us. Continue reading Faking Facebook, Faking Life.→

There we sat, dinner was finally on the table, all the family gathered around at Easter/Christmas/Thanksgiving/4-H Steer of the Year/Grandma cured her hemorrhoids/ whatever . . . with all my favourite dishes set out on the table. We could not wait to dig in. My mouth was watering, my brother was drooling more than normal, and grandma already had her teeth in and ready to go.

It seems like every day, on Social Media, you come across another group of people talking about someone else. It usually involves pointing at something they have done, which according to their interpretation is NOT the way it is supposed to be done. They parade out interactions that are probably so innocent in their intent and throw them on the floor for the lions to rip into.

Facebook has become a very unsafe place to be . . . so much so that usage should come with a free delivered pack of protective gear.

First there are the taunts from Facebook itself . . . “Aria has 0 friends, come on guys help Aria find friends, may we suggest your mailing lists from your email accounts? How about your christmas card list? Your mother’s christmas card list? Are you able to break the code on the company computer and upload the employee list? Are there any names scratched on the cubicle you are currently sitting in?” Continue reading The Art of Slambooking.→

Funny on one level, pathetic on another. I hope this makes the baby album. I hope when the child is older and completely out of control, or hating on its parents, or depressed beyond belief that this picture is pulled as evidence and that we don’t just blame society. Life is a choice. You make yours and you live the consequences. Just remember you don’t live in a vacuum and while you have every right to throw your own life away, your decisions always cause collateral damage.

Tony Abbott said that the less said about the Bali Nine, the better. Of course, he is saying that AFTER he has already opened his own mouth, inserted both his feet and a few of his other political winner friends. He has already offended everyone in this case and made it worse with his comments. I suppose we should thank him for that, in that, we don’t need to say a thing more, no need for us to toy with perfection. Oh and in other news, he can eat an onion, skin and all, without shedding a tear. No Tony, unique talents get you into the circus, not people’s hearts. But thanks for coming out.

“I could lose my mind here,
surrounded by quiet mountains
that seem to have a way of communicating
with one another
whenever I’m not looking.
I could lose my mind out here,
exploring every crevice of every mountain
the way I used to explore every crevice
of your neck.
I could really lose my mind out here, wandering for miles and miles
in search of something I thought I lost.
I could yell, scream, punch, run, and kick
and the mountains won’t do anything but stare back at me.
As if I’m a child again.
They’re trying to tell me something,
I know they are.
Their peace and their silence is lethal
to a busy mind like mine.
But maybe that’s what they’re trying to tell me. I breathe and breathe and breathe
and finally I drop to my knees and surrender.
The world is a gimmick.
When you look up at a mountain you feel so small.
When a mountain looks up at the moon it feels little, too.
We’re all connected.
I could honestly and truly lose my mind out here.